----- Original Message ----- From: "The Fool" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "Killer Bs Discussion" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2003 10:02 PM Subject: Re: 'pop' music is dead
> But where will this good music be produced? (it's not even being > produced now). HA! It is currently being created and produced on thousands of personal computers in peoples living rooms all over the world. Independant artists are everywhere if you even barely care to look. And its not as if these independants are lacking in quality. Many of these independants are some of my favorite artists. Right now my favorite song is "Sun King" by a band called The Naming. They are based in London and I am friends with the keyboard player John Goodall (I wonder if there is a relationship with William). I have a CDR copy of their only unreleased album. And "Sun King" is on the compilation album I helped create Cyberian Khatru. But at CDBaby.com there are 30,000 albums for sale. All kinds of music, and a lot of it is magnitudes better than its commercial counterparts. There is also CDStreet.com where an album is being sold where I am credited as a lyricist, and CDStreet also sells tens of thousands of titles. And those two are not the only websites in that particular business. > This system will be a computer telling people what they > will like. It will also feedback upon itself. Record companies will > only fund 'hits' designated by this computer. There will be even less > variety, and eventually the whole music system will collapse. > I'll agree that one is pretty much a slave to the system while in your car, but using your PC one can access all sorts of special interest net radio stations that do not focus on "zombie drool paint by number muzak". Basically I agree with you about mass media being a soulless wasteland, but there are viable options that will satisfy if one is willing to once again become a hunter/gatherer and brave enough to divorce oneself from the zombie masses. <G> And that should read "homogenous crap"<G> xponent Alternatives Maru rob My love and I, we escaped, we left no trace For they had raped both body and soul ... The taste was much too hard to swallow, We ran naked through the cold ... Above our heads, in fiery red, The clouds, they bled like open wounds across the sky ... The wings of many nations, falling, burning, turning, Trying oh, so hard to die ... Oh, oh, oh, oh, there's Panic in the World ... _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
